Chapter 1142: Chapter 563: Manifest Destiny, Blazing Montum!
“What use is that shitty machine? I’m sure there’s soone leaking from within—we wouldn’t know otherwise, would xico? Is it Jesus?”
“Our insides are infiltrated like Philadelphia’s prostitutes; anyone can get intel from inside.”
Calvin Waller was, of course, frustrated too. We just have this plan and haven’t made any money yet. How about you say we’re doing well after we make money?
Small businesses are tough!
“So, do we continue? I’m afraid Congress will question it…”
“Continue! Of course, we continue. The profits have been divided, how could we not? We can’t back down, Calvin. If we don’t do it, the politicians we’ve already bribed will turn on us together and push all responsibility onto us.”
“Congressional inquiries…”
Norman Schwarzkopf fell silent for a mont. He wanted to say what was Congress, but he really couldn’t.
He pondered then spoke, “Maybe we’ve mixed up the order. Now that Texas is independent, that’s the most important matter. What’s the Evil Dragon Plan? What’s drug trafficking? If we’re not careful, the United States will collapse!”
“The more of a crisis it is, the more there’s a chance to enhance our influence. If we execute Paul. Constantine Stuart, how much resistance do you think Texas will have left? We can swiftly command troops to advance and suppress Texas by force. I’ve long been intolerant of those rednecks.”
He realized at the end that this plan might actually work.
Just like the Soviet Union executed Amin and Afghanistan’s battlefront crumbled.
Calvin Waller also thought this plan seed good, but he hesitated with foresight, “Congress…”
“Congress, Congress! What the hell is Congress?”
Norman Schwarzkopf got visibly irate at those words, stomping in despite the pain in his leg, startling the other.
“As long as we take back Texas, our military reputation will be unmatched; who can suppress us? With such rits, we could enter the White House. Maybe, we can be the next Roosevelt.”
“The Chinese have an old saying: Wealth and honor are sought in danger!”
He clenched his hand tightly. “This is Arica’s crisis, and our opportunity!”
This person clearly reads half the books…
The line after ‘wealth and honor are sought in danger’ is, they’re also lost in danger.
When you seek, it’s one in ten; when you lose, it’s nine in ten!
A complete gambler’s mindset.
Seeing Calvin Waller hesitate, he slapped him on the shoulder hard. “You have to think. If you step down, your family will be nothing. You not only have to think for yourself but also for your kids.”
“Taking Texas, you and I have the highest reputation in the military. By then, can’t we establish a prestigious hundred-year family?”
How skilled at painting a rosy picture?
Calvin Waller, though not buying it, agreed that Norman Schwarzkopf was right. He was now a Vice Admiral, but without significant achievents, the next generation might be Major General at best, then Colonel, and eventually… nothing.
The most frightening thing isn’t the rosy picture but stating the facts.
Once you’re touched by power, who wants to let it go?
He was close to 50, and Norman Schwarzkopf nearly 60. Not young by any ans. If it weren’t for things spiraling at The Pentagon, they wouldn’t have risen to this position. They were rely filling the gap, but that made them reluctant to relinquish their hard-earned status.
Calvin Waller thought for a mont and nodded.
“This matter cannot be disclosed to others; only you and I know. We can’t even use SEALs or Delta. Dostic Special Forces are too involved, and accidentally, the confidentiality asures are gone.”
“Then hire rcenaries?”
Norman Schwarzkopf shook his head again. “Those money-seeking guys have no bottom line. Maybe soon they’ll sell our intel.”
He deliberated to himself, walked to the window, furrowed his brows, then suddenly noticed a lazy black cat running below, giving him a flash of inspiration.
“What do you think of India’s black cats?”
Calvin Waller: ???????
“I rember they were founded in 1985, don’t have much combat experience, right? The team is too young. I’m afraid they can’t handle it.”
“Youth is never a flaw. Though they’re a notch behind our Special Forces, I’ve seen their rehearsals, and they’re decent. For raid battles, they’re adequate.”
“And if it doesn’t work out, we deploy a SEAL team the day before the action; black cats manage the periter, SEALs conduct the execution.”
Calvin Waller felt sothing wasn’t right; could Indian troops be used?
And using foreign soldiers for executing a dostic governor—how’s that supposed to work?
Arican version of Wei Bo Ya Bing?
“I have a good personal connection with their Defense Minister Sharad Pawar; maybe I can talk to him,” said Norman Schwarzkopf, hands clasping, his left hand rubbing his chin.
Calvin Waller sighed. The other was rather stubborn, believing his ideas were right without daring to question.
During the Gulf War, so staff spoke a word too much and got punched into the hospital by him.
Except…
Are black cats considered Special Forces?
Expressing doubts turned into affirmation, “Alright, we could try contacting them.”
“This has to be quick. Drag it out, and Texas’s situation becos even more complex.”
Norman Schwarzkopf spoke while watching the black cat below, which elegantly leaped onto a wall.
“Look at that agile figure.”
But just as he finished, the black cat slipped from the wall and fell.
The sudden silence popped the bubble.
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